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What I've Done
Monday, November 2, 2009

Oh my gawsh,
I feel like a bitch.
My mum is in the hospital and it sucks.
I really regret what I said to her before.
I want to go to the hospital and see her now,Sigh/

"I dont want you to leave me alone.
I dont want you to forget me.
I want you to scold me even if there's no reason to it.
I need your voice as its the only source of my strength,
I love you."